v3 Chapter 580： insomnia

Zhang Heng walked into Dr. Baker's room behind Song Jia.

Dr. Baker looked around the house quickly before closing the door.

As Song Jia said, the first floor is completely furnished by the clinic. There is a small reception area, an old sofa, a TV set, separated by a curtain. The treatment room should be behind the curtain.

This arrangement is definitely not reasonable elsewhere, because meeting with a psychiatrist is a very private matter, especially when receiving treatment, patients may need to pour out some privacy that is buried deep in their hearts, so it is even more You need a space that is not disturbed to get a sense of security, not separated from the reception area by only a curtain.

But here, because the number of patients on the island itself is very scarce, basically after the date is agreed, Dr. Baker will not let other people in, so it is not affected.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Dr. Baker. Your face doesn't look very good. Is it sick?" Song Jia asked after entering the house.

"I'm fine," Dr. Baker hurriedly answered. He didn't open the curtain to let Zhang Heng enter the treatment room. Instead, he turned directly to a closet and opened the wooden door. Various bottles and jars were placed on it. When he was used as a medicine cabinet.

Dr. Baker went through it for a while and found a white medicine bottle. Zhang Heng's eyes were sharp, and he saw Zopiclone printed on the bottle. This is a sleeping pill. It is also commonly used on the market today. Compared with the previous two generations, the safety is better, and the tolerance and dependence are also lower.

Dr. Baker didn't seem to plan to help Zhang Heng at all. He wanted to get some sleeping pills and sent the latter, but when he opened the white medicine bottle, he couldn't help but whispered a curse, and then the bottle Cover it again and put it back on the shelf.

His movements were quick, but he still couldn't escape Zhang Heng's eyes and said, "Do you have insomnia recently?"

"Well, I was under a lot of work pressure at this time, so I would take some medicine before going to bed." Dr. Baker said casually, but even Song Jia on the side could hear him in Huzhao, and everyone on the island knew that Dr. Baker The business of my clinic is not good for a day or two. It has always been a bleak operation at best. In fact, there are very few things on the school side. How come there is work pressure.

But Song Jia didn’t say anything. Watching Dr. Baker came to the refrigerator again, he flipped out half a bottle of fudge from the inside and stuffed it into Zhang Heng’s hands. "Melatonin should improve some of your sleep. One hundred Kron, go back and eat for a while, then come back to me."

Zhang Heng glanced at the bottle of melatonin that was approaching the date, but did not worry about checking out. He said lightly, "What do you do if I take it?"

"Don't worry about me, I will buy again." Baker waved his hand, then stood staring at the two of them, a look that you can go.

This made embarrassment on Song Jia's face, which emphasized how hospitable and hospitable the people on the island were, along with Zhang Heng, especially before she said to Zhang Heng that she might be able to have dinner at Dr. Baker’s house. Just like flies, Song Jia even wondered if Dr. Baker had guessed their true intentions.

Zhang Heng didn't move, but just put the bottle of melatonin on the sofa, and then said again, "This time, in addition to asking you to help treat the disease, I actually have something else."

"You are their people?!"

Obviously it was a very simple sentence, but I don't know why Dr. Baker's face changed a lot, and he took a step back, and the face that had no blood color looked paler.

Zhang Heng's eyes moved slightly, he wanted to follow Dr. Baker's words, but he didn't expect Song Jia on the side to ask a silly question at this time, "What are their people?"

"Isn't it?" The terrifying light in Dr. Baker's eyes weakened slightly, but he still maintained a guarded posture and urged, "Hurry up with the medicine, we have nothing to talk about."

Song Jia had no choice but to look at Zhang Heng.

However, beyond her expectation, Zhang Heng didn't really say anything, just looked at Dr. Baker deeply, and then turned around and walked to the gate.

And just as he was about to step out of the house with his front foot, Dr. Baker's voice came from behind, "Wait, you have something falling."

While talking, he took the bottle of melatonin from the sofa and threw it to Zhang Heng.

The latter caught it and withdrew a hundred kronor from the wallet and placed it on the shoe rack.

Song Jia followed Zhang Heng stupidly and returned to the off-road vehicle. It seemed to be wondering why Dr. Baker would look like this. After a moment of recovery, he asked Zhang Heng again, "Where do we go next? The person in the second picture?"

"Don't worry, it's time to eat dinner anyway, so let's go to dinner first, and then we go to the hotel to check in." Zhang Heng changed his situation and was no longer worried.

"Eh, don't you continue the investigation?" Song Jia asked somewhat.

On the way to here, she was still worried that Zhang Heng would do something bad for Dr. Baker. However, after seeing Dr. Baker, she became more curious than Zhang Heng what actually happened to him.

But then I heard Zhang Hengdao, "No, thank you very much for your help. Let's stop here today, we will continue tomorrow."

Then Zhang Heng pointed to the bar across the street, "Is there anything to eat there?"

"Well, there are beer, bread, freshly caught fish and shrimps, and fur seals, and so on," Song Jia said. "But if you want to eat vegetables, you still have to go to the restaurant. The vegetables on the island are basically airlifted from Denmark. Come here, so the price is..."

"It's okay, just eat there, follow the customs, and save the province to run everywhere." Zhang Heng said.

"it is good."

Although Song Jia wanted to ask if he had a stomach, but after listening to Zhang Heng said, he started the car first and moved it to the bar. When he left, Song Jia seemed to see Dr. Baker standing by the window again and silently sent them.

Song Jia opened her mouth several times during the dinner, and wanted to continue to mention the questions she didn't ask before. However, Zhang Heng dismissed the topic. In the end, the two of them finished their dinner in a dull atmosphere.

"Are you still used to it?" Song Jia asked after the meal.

"What?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"The food here is very different from your country." Song Jia said. "In fact, there is a Hong Kong restaurant on the island. The fried rice inside is delicious. If you are not used to it, we can go there."

"Oh, thank you, I'm full, go back to checkout." Zhang Heng put down the knife and fork in his hand and wiped his mouth.